Lyrics:
like for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me
Off Hennesy, that's why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance starts
autographin' on the chest, put your bottles in the air for Ya-yo, he on house arrest, and on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit West,
now, stomp, G G G G-Unit,
What the fuck?
Ayo, Whoo Kid, run that shit back god damn
Yeah, I like to shout out my nigga 50
You know, for introducing me to
So many celebrity
to death and stripped, all over a bitch
Now it's 50 MC's that ain't worth shit
Get ya ass kicked 50 times, beat to 10 cent
I love New York, but the niggas
You are my lady, when you cry, I wish you satisfied
Daddy, we bout to be rich, baby
I love you to the ground, drop me down, I need you to the sky
I
me
These same old people that don't wanna be with me
My troubles and struggles make no cents like it's 50
So are you real or are you with me?
Cause
cents to see.
What life has done to those like you and me.
See the man, with a broken heart you'll see that he is sad.
He hurts so bad.
See the girl who
poles everywhere
Don't mind me, im doin 80 in a 60
50 more miles and I might meet Biggie
Ready to Die, on this road gettin Richie
I Do it for my goals, Is
And when it get hot
Put the fan in the window (Aye)
50 cent for a scraper
To the candy lady
Duckin the cops
Tryin not to get caught by Grady
Polk County
Go blind, how that work?
And if I tell you, I ain't ever loved would you believe me?
And If I pay you 50 cents could you answer all my questions?
My
n black on its on!
Wassup? This the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk
Ya niggas got me all fucked up
I'm finna
yeah, Dexter)
Sing With Me Like Whiney Houston Ho On The
Mission Like She Bruce Springsteen And I Make
Money Appear Motherfuck A Genie
And I Love When
I
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
Where I'm from they only love when you become some
Until you go succeed they ain't supporting where you come from
Spent fifteen on my jeans just
slide by with me? (Ayy)
Is you tryna drive by with me?
In the 50, but my whip, see, it do five times fifty (ooh)
She said I got five guys with me (I
exciting
Just like my nigga Delvo said we tryna duck indictments
Cus niggas love puttin they two cents in shit they supposed to be
They quick to tell it all
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
For the funds
Just to go and hit a lick
50 50 chance I get head
Even if she in a cent
Nowadays
Conversations come with benefits
Still on the search
What do you do when you get hit by
Rothchild's arrow shot by cupids bow
A love for money that's for sure
You'll be getting more and more
Then who
the K on tour
When we carry the 44, he rollin' wit 50 Cent
Untold the 50 gallons rock it like 50 Cent
Yea, bussin' at the sky, fuck it I'm high
So big one
of followers the same
Fifthteen cent
Thinking colossal shit negative
Fifthteen cent
But get rich or die trying
Thats word to fifty cent
See my girl said it's
Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
Some Say I'm Crazy For Signin With 50 Cent
Them Same
I only paid fifty-three
Never change on the guys
We play by the rules
Made a way outta nothin'
We paid like the Jews
Put a two on that dog, yeah
I
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